Catharsis

Dear Diary,

Catharsis. What a word. I've just looked up the definition. Release of tension through art. Nice. Their's a really groovy seventies band called Catharsis. They play a kind of off the wall progressive rock with yodeling. Focus (Dutch band of the same era) covered them, as did Van Halen.

So anyway, I awoke this morning, managed to free up my email happily, and as a result have realtime updates for my phone. Now I am informed when I get mail, and I can send multiple attachments (finally!).

Anyhow, I am supposed to be on my way upto Oxford today, swing by Conan and Delli, but I'm summoning the will to make such a journey. Aswell as seeing my friends, I would like to see Oxford campus. It's gonna be another mad-dash to get back for the gig, in the nick of time, just like last weekend.

I can't believe I'm actually listening to womens hour, and enjoying it! If either that or the Archers comes on the wireless, I always switch it off immediately. However today is a historical discussion about Mary Queen of Scots. Most interesting indeed. I used to revere the period of (English) history from 450-1065 but since my studies I am not hopelessly in love with the Tudor period (1463-1605) and indeed the 17th Century. Events on the continent are just as important during this time, but God I love Great British history. Especially the poetry and plays written in this time. The resurgence of the Classical scholars, philosophy.

So, I am going to head into sweet release via vice today, find motivation to pick-up the paint-brush and guitar, do some creating, alongside learning those tricky Classical pieces by Doddsy: O-Sensei.

I really am motivated about drawing today. I am going to finally pull my finger out and get some kind of website-app' for my phone where I can upload pictures (can only do that via a 'puter). I used to be able to via wordpress, but it is unsafe.

Though I'm still mooning over K. I did have a nice email from Nichola, whom I met at the Conference. Shame she's married, though that's only to be expected. She's lovely to talk to and a real dish. Any fetching wench with glasses who's equally in love with Classic literature as I is of most interest.

I haven't plucked up the courage to knock on Sue's door. Nor have I pulled my finger out to tidy the house. I am just going to focus on doing the paperwork and art for the moment. Tackle chapter three of Contexts.

I have to get my life together. I can't stop staring at the diamond studded dolphin and am wracked with guilt over what to do. I will most likely covet the treasure, cherish it's beauty before cashing it in. A sparkling swirl of gemstones, refracting off the sunlight. Beautiful.

Anyhow, what to do? What to do? I think breakfast is in order. Perhaps I will finally get around to completing my morality play. Maybe finish a short story or two. Today is for making, producing, instigating the creative act. I was at a loss for the ending to a short story I had started sometime ago. Now I have a great idea for an ending. Catharsis.

I could do with getting off the fags. I never smoked. I only started when I was twenty-four (though I had fallen foul of other vices since about eighteen - a late developer by todays standards). Even my pupil went out and became very drunk the other night, much to the annoyance of her family.

Yesterday I was on the outside, looking in. Today I am on the inside, looking out. Get yourself together Maxy, pick up the paint-brush. Crickey! That's what I must do! Go and see Dover's exhibition. It's running for the last two days today (his mother, also an artist, a piano player, very kindly sent me a postcard with the details). Oh no! I can't, I have to go to Oxford. Nightmare, double-booked myself. The programme for the Oxford Arts and Humanities looks very interesting indeed. I can't wait! Rightey-ho. Must go get prepared for this journey. Take care y'all,

On the Flex,

Maxx.